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| KINESIS + SPARTA + HUNDRED REASONS - BRISTOL ACADEMY 12.11.02 Fuck the Bristol buses. Fuck them all to bus hell. The damn buses are the reason we only make it for the last one and a half songs of KINESIS' set. This is Transdis' second failed attempt to see these smart young kids in the flesh, and we are indeed dead set on destruction by the time we make it into the grisly hot belly of the Academy. And In matching white tee shirts KINESIS shine like a beacon of pissed off fuck you world, just the catharsis we need after our bus troubles. They are a broiling pot of their influences - early Manics, Nirvana, Trail Of Dead, At The Drive-In - they speak in lefty situationist slogans and yell in fucking hard riffs torn from the apathetic hands of an older generation of rock wasters (Craig Nicholls take heed, by this lot you're past it) If indie wusses Miss Black America ever got over their Richey Edwards fixation they might sound like the gutter snarling 'Everything Destroys Itself'. This is a lesson in how to kick ass the right way, that is, to smash crash spit scream and never lose sight of the guy waving the red cape at you. Transdis loves. We will be back* One thing Transdis regrets more than anything in our short lives is missing At The Drive-In at Reading because we damn well went and lost our programme thing. And then they split up. And we never saw them live. Maybe Sparta don't rectify that completely but they go some way to reminding us that rock can be melodic and in tune and still leave you screaming 'WHAT??' at your friends three days after. Because Transdis, although we love the energy and the passion of the Scene With No Name (that title doesn’t get any better over time does it) is in need of some proper songs, that y'know, have a chorus and a riff and dont end with the guitar amp blowing up. Sparta are great, they are just what we need. And Hundred Reasons, we need to say something about even though we didn’t come here to review them. Say what you like - dull white boy guitar stuff - but Hundred Reasons have got it live. And more importantly, they have the kids behind them (doesn’t that make us sound old). There are no fashion poseurs here, no bald accountants trying to relive their youth, this place is full of happy, bouncy, un-jaded kids who just want to jump about for a couple of hours without being worried if they have the right colour Converse All Stars. To their further credit, the songs already sound like a greatest hits set, 'Falter', 'I'll Find You', 'If I Could’, ‘Silver’ and ‘Remmus’. And it’s a breath of fucking fresh air to forget our cynicisms for once and to just go with it. Rachel. |